Actually, Qin Yu didn't fall - he jumped down by himself.
The lake in the mountain was cold, its surface rippled by the falling raindrops. Underwater, Qin Yu felt the sensations of hot and cold attacking his body, and the feeling of his internal organs burning to ash.
It was too painful.
What is cruel about life and death? Being unable to live or die, unable to seek help - that is cruelty!
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Amidst the bloody chase in the mountains, the air at Songzhuang was also heavy with the smell of blood. People were dying and being rescued. As Xiao Tingyun dressed Jiaojiao's wounds, her expression was desolate and aloof, but someone noticed that she didn't look well.
It seemed the cat she had treated personally wasn't in good condition.
Indeed, Xiao Tingyun had dealt with Jiaojiao's gunshot wound, but she could feel its breathing getting weaker and its body temperature fluctuating. This was very dangerous.
